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beginning the hard work of poem-making...

beginning the hard work of poem-making...

beginning the hard work of poem-making…

by April Halprin Wayland
I thought I’d spy from nine-to-five
behind The Times in a café,
while folks conversed and drank their brew.
Or, lingering in a school hallway,
I’d  lurk until a poem arrived—
I’d probably have to wait all day.
But I don’t have to work that hard
here, as the wind is slipping in,
as tortoise dawdles in the dew
with flowers hanging from his chin.
I simply listen in our yard.
And look—a poem is drifting in.
(c) 2011 April Halprin Wayland, all rights reserved
The story behind the poem:
Last night the word, “overheard” came to me, and I thought it would be fun to sit in a coffee house and take down the words of people around me and fashion them into a poem.  But I never got to the coffee house and anyway, I’ve actually tried this before and it was hard work and no poem came and I felt like a total failure.
So I stayed home and opened my window.  As the words fell on my page, I played with a rhyming pattern that is a bit more complicated than I usually use:  ABCBAB, repeated twice.
It’s your turn.  Go somewhere and listen to words.  Or listen to the non-words around you.  Stay open, even to the “ugly” sounds of traffic or lawn mowers.  These may be poem fodder, too.

in our backyard...

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